I highly recommend experimenting with seeking faith as a path to a stronger, softer version of ourselves.   

I must say, speaking from experience, forgiving oneself is extraordinarily healing. 

I am not advocating for sainthood in this writing. I am advocating for a return to focusing on and believing in a basic Good first, before anything else. And if any reader is so inclined, they can call it God.

There’s a reason why trauma survivors (hello, pretty much everyone) have a hard time with forgiveness.

Let’s face it, we all need to be in therapy. Thanks, Uncle Sam!

Duh.

Is a safety net full of holes still a safety net? 

There are a lot of warnings that should come on the label when it comes to cultivating faith.

Baby steps, people, baby steps to greatness. And remember, this is not about sainthood, this is about healing.

It’s not exactly a walk in the park or the most delightful ride, but it also seems like another step in the process that only turns up when we’re ready for it. Faith is funny like that. 

It’s annoying, but faith is full of win-wins.

Slow down. Deep breaths. Kind words. And if you are so inclined, prayer.

The great thing about faith is it is definitely not about perfection. We get a do-over every single day, every hour, every minute if we want or need one.

We can start small. Very small. Acorn small.

Call it Good, call it God, call it what you want, but it can be available to us all if we are willing to slow down, tune in, take deep breaths, say our prayers, and pay attention.

How can we be destined for more if we always opt for less? 

I have only become more comfortable with being loved and loving others as I have cultivated faith.

For all the capabilities of our lightening fast brains, life is terribly slow moving, and only faith has helped me enjoy playing the long game.

There is nothing wrong with allowing ourselves a little magic, especially when there is always laundry to do or bills to pay.  

It all counts. It all adds up.